Bonds - The Past Echoes | MHA Reader-Insert

To All Corners, For What?

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The expansive ocean. As an island nation, the sea surrounded Japan from all sides. Calling it an island nation at all is correct, but you'd still be right if you described Japan as being comprised of several, no, many barely connected islands.

Most are packed closed together, allowing for travel between them to be done with relative ease. But, there are a few outliers. There are quite a few islands that are completely separated from the rest of Japan.

These, usually small, islands are almost completely inaccessible. As a result, they're mostly uninhabited.

It was one of these islands, south of the main landmass of Japan, that Ricky resurfaced from the ocean.

He had swam to get to this island specifically. Though, if you think about it for even a moment, you'd realize how preposterous that is.

This particular island was small, far too small to ever show up on a globe, or even a map of Japan itself. Yet, Ricky seemed to know where this island was, as he had swam straight towards it when he had mysteriously walked into the ocean from the shore on the mainland.

The distance between the beach Ricky swam from and the beach he just landed on was 124 kilometers.

He had swam that distance nonstop, performing the same repeated motion for over a week. That was the least impressive part. How he even managed to stay on course was higher, but it still wasn't the most impressive feat.

To survive such an exhausting journey, you'd need food and drink to survive. Ricky didn't bother with doing either. He didn't bring anything with him, not that he had the space for any.

He had his backpack, yes, but it was completely filled by the keys he was searching for. It wouldn't be unthinkable to believe that Ricky came to this island to continue his quest.

If you knew him at all, there wasn't any reason to guess.

This search was his reason for living, in case you've forgotten.

Ricky slowly made his way to his bare feet as he came out of the water. On both feet, he weakly stood on the beach from a combination of his legs being sore, and the sand being soft from the beating of the ocean behind him.

'How did one of the keys manage to make its way over here? Was it shipwrecked, and came over to this island to settle down? If that's true, it couldn't have made it past the shore, but I feel it's gone farther inward.' Ricky thought, making it seem like he believed that the key itself was alive.

'Someone's been here.' He concluded, realizing that what he just came up with thirty seconds earlier was ridiculous. That took him far too much time to do.

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'Maybe.'

Ricky began to move, in a seemingly random direction, towards the rather dense vegetation that covered a majority of the island. It made navigating the relatively small island a chore.

What would've taken five minutes ended up taking an entire hour, as Ricky finally made it.....to the center of isle. He found himself in a clearing, which gave him some respite from travelling through what was essentially jungle.